Saturday, January 9, 2016

What Ever...

I have been blogging since late 2009 and it has been a wonderful journey.  It really is an Internet journal where I have tracked my ever fickle muse and my eclectic personality.  Many blogs are going the way of the Dodo and although I am unsure where my blog is going at the moment I hope to find a new fit for my online journaling.  I have loved making friends although truthfully I have not been the best at keeping in touch.  I'm currently thinking about changes that I could make to The Whimsical Dowager to keep both myself writing and at the same time entertaining my many dear friends.  I don't know how long these changes will take nor what they will look like or even if they will happen. Know that I will still visit you all more no matter what happens.

Giant Hugs for now...

Monday, November 23, 2015

Hmmm...

Lest you all think I finally jumped off the cliff of blogging I thought I should at least make a sound or two to let you know I'm still here.  I really had forgotten how much trouble inquisitiveness could be contained inside one little kitten!!!  Winnie has no limits to her creative questioning of the world around her!  I even have to take the top thread off my sewing machine at night lest she chew on it...

To get you on your way for this new week...


Monday, September 28, 2015

An Early Morning

After the first restful night in weeks I was awoken by the frolicking Tigger-like bounces of my 15 week old kitten, Ms. Winnie!  It was at the latest a few moments past sunrise when I noticed it. The crispness of the air could be seen in the heathered sky of soft pinks and oranges surrounded by the beginning coloring of the daily blue sky.  Early mornings, so I am told, as I am not generally considered a morning person, are often this beautiful. Filled with the scent of possibility.  

If not for this tiny little bundle of joy who has barely been on this earth for a heartbeat in geologic time all the beauty, and the accompanying calm that washed over my soul would have been completely missed, moving silently and unacknowledged into the vaults of time passed. All is connected.